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I don’t remember seeing the photogenic sweetlings of Boas digging through the crates of Poco, Grin, and April Wine at the Record Hut. Funny, ’cause it sure seems as if the quintet has spent some serious time mining AOR: Boas’ music is of that particular strain of buckskin Americana at which Canadians seem most adept. And these fellas have already had a blessed existence—signed to a record deal on the night of their first public gig, a slot opening for Wilco this past year. As far as contemporary references, the band is the median between the Beachwood Sparks and the Walkmen, even if “Mrs. Mother” sounds as if it had been lifted straight from The Basement Tapes—that is, if said basement had been a particularly chic cellar where members of the Band had been replaced with Abercrombie & Fitch models. Boas play with 90 Day Men at 9 p.m. at the Black Cat’s

Backstage, 1811 14th St. NW. $7. (202) 667-7960. (DD)